Timmy #17: Anal Mom

The Kink Continues

Anal with Mom

..., then I lowered my tongue to the crack of her ass.

The tip of my tongue connected with the top of my mother’s crack. Her golden skin tasted of sweat and vanilla cream, the flavor primal enough to swell my cock further. My shaft strained, and my balls ached from coming twice so soon, but I was about to take my mother’s ass—only death could stop me now.

My head faced Mom’s tennis shoe-covered feet. I extended my tongue, flattening it against her crack and sweeping it down between her thick cheeks. She was firm, like Diana, but with softer meat, a yielding bubble butt meant for shaking, jiggling and hypnotizing men’s eyes until they were stupid with lust—which I was.

The taste of pussy and cum ran through the valley of my mother’s behind. I licked it up, breathing deep and inhaling the lusty fragrance radiating outward from between her cum-soaked thighs. Mom shivered as I approached her asshole, her body tensing. I placed my hands on her cheeks and filled my palms with her firm roundness, digging my fingers into her taut hams. I growled and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her peachy-pink asshole to my eyes.

“Mmm,” Mom moaned.

I only looked for a moment, memorizing her crinkled opening, then I pushed my tongue against her anus and flicked the tip around her tiny divot.

“Ohhhhh,” Mom gasped, her voice quivering.

“A virgin ass, Mom?” I licked her butthole again. “Tell me?”

“Yuh-yes,” Mom whispered. “Toys, vibrators, small things.” Her voice rose as she spoke, her words shaky with barely-there tremors. “Never a cock—oh—or anything as big as yours. Fuck, Timmy!”

I had pressed my tongue against her sphincter, testing the rubbery flesh of her ass. Her pucker spasmed, trying to push me out of her backdoor as my saliva ran down my tongue, coating her rear entry. I spread my mother’s cheeks wider. She opened her legs, her pussy lips glazed and shiny, glistening pink and spreading open as I pulled her twin hills to the sides.

“Fuck, Timmy,” Mom moaned. “God damn, son, the things—you—do to your mother.”

“And your daughter.”

A smile curved my lips as Mom answered me with a hungry, yet disbelieving, groan, as if she wanted to hear what I had to say about Diana but didn’t want to believe, yet it turned her on anyway.

I slid my right hand between Mom’s legs, fluttering her pussy lips with my fingers before slipping the tips through her folds. Mom shivered as I splayed her pinkness open. I heard the ruffling of cloth as she bent her right knee, sliding it up the bed and opening her twat even more for me.

“That’s it, Mom, let me have this pussy.”

I pushed two fingers between her thighs, into her creaminess.

“Ooh,” Mom moaned.

I pulled my fingers from her and moved over her body, tugging off her sweater dress by first sliding my hands beneath her body and cupping her tits. After some nipples play, I pulled the dress from her and tossed it to the side, then I straddled her lower back, still facing her feet as I rested my balls on her crack. I kept her right cheek spread open with my left hand and slowly finger-fucked the dewy softness between her legs with my right fingers. I gathered her juices with my digits, her asshole needed lube, and her thick, cum-honey was more than slippery enough to grease down her virgin pucker.

“Mom, I’m going to fuck your ass,” I whispered, panting. “How did we get here, Mom?” I licked my lips. What would Diana say? “How does a mother decide she wants to fuck her son?”

“Jesus, Timmy,” Mom gasped. “You make me feel so nasty.”

I growled and shoved my fingers up my mother’s snatch as I smacked her ass with my left hand. Mom yelped. Her ass cheeks jiggled in a wave of tight, round flesh. My cock grew, stretching forward, my meat warming as it filled with excitement. My knob slid against my mother’s crack then rose, hardening into a thick pole over her hills—my spongy tip looked far too big for her little butthole.

“It’s going to be a tight fit up your butt for my cock,” I said.

Mom moaned.

“Do you think the other moms will let their sons fuck them up their sexy, MILF asses?”

Mom trembled.

“Were you hoping I’d be a virgin our first time?”

“I couldn’t do this with you if Diana hadn’t gotten your dick first,” Mom whispered in a raspy rush of words.

I opened my mouth, dropping a wad of spit from my lips. My saliva landed in Mom’s butt crack. I slid my fingers from her snatch, across her perineum, and through the bottom opening between her warm cheeks. Mom trembled. I spread her right cheek open and drew a circle around her asshole with my wet, middle finger.

“So fucking sexy,” I whispered. “Why do you want to fuck me, Mom?”

“God, Timmy,” Mom said, sighing, her voice straining, “do you really want to talk about this ... now?”

I pushed my finger against her backdoor, testing the give of her puckered anus. “I want to hear you say something dirty to me.” I rubbed the very center of her rosebud.

“Ooh,” Mom moaned. “Because”—she made a clicking noise with her tongue—”because my son has the biggest dick on his wrestling team.”

I groaned.

“Did you like that, baby?”

“Yes,” I said, stressing the word into a hiss.

Between the pussy juice, cum, and spit, my finger slid slowly into Mom’s ass. Her hot anal ring clung to me, collapsing inward against the pressure of my digit until her small hole sucked me right into her butt, where she was so fucking warm.

“Ungh,” Mom grunted, low and loud ... strained.

I let go of Mom’s cheek and grabbed my cock with my left hand, stroking myself several times as I pushed my finger up my mother’s ass. Mom groaned beneath me, her body wiggling as her asshole fought my naughty, butt-probing finger. I moved slowly through her butthole, her insides warm and soft, the heat within her sending an ache through my balls as my sack tightened with desire.

“Feel good, Mom?”

“Feels strange,” Mom said. “But—mmm—good. A scary kind of pleasure.”

I worked my finger up to the last knuckle, then swirled it around her insides. Mom moaned. I pulled out, pushed in, pulled out, then circled my fingertip around her anal ring, trying to loosen her up.

“Time for another finger,” I whispered.

Mom let out a long, trembling breath. “Diana taught you—ooh—a lot.”

I said nothing, thinking Diana’s fingered my ass more than once. Instead, I answered my mother’s words by probing her backdoor with my forefinger, pushing it alongside my middle finger, the tip fighting for room within the smoothness of my mother’s rubbery opening. Mom groaned as I eased the tip into her butt by nudging her anal ring aside. Once in, I extended my finger, sliding it right up her asshole to the last knuckle.

“Oh, fuck!” Mom grunted.

I let go of my cock and slid my left hand under Mom’s naked hips. She arched her butt off the bed as much as she could with me straddling her, but it was enough room for me to get my fingers onto her pussy, with my two biggest touching her clitoral hood and the meaty pearl swelling out from within it.

“Ooh, shit, baby,” Mom moaned. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

I wiggled my fingers against her clit. Mom bucked, and I rode her body like a cowboy taming a wild mare. I gently turned her love nub in circles, using slow strokes that matched the rhythm of my fingers sliding in and out of her ass. Soon, I sped up my fucking motions, working her clit and probing her ass in tandem, rubbing the sides of her anal cavity and anywhere else I could reach. Mom was nothing but soft, warm, and elastic beyond her butthole.

“Shit, baby, shit,” Mom moaned. “Ooh, god, that’s good—mmm, yeah—fuck!”

I worked her pussy pearl faster.

“Fuck, baby.”

I finger-fucked her butt deeper.

“Jesus, fuck-fuck!” Mom whimpered. “Baby, oh, baby. Baby!”

I pushed my fingers into her ass as far as they’d go as swished her clit side to side, pressed down on it, then swished it again.

“Baby, oh, baby—god—you’re making Mommy come.”

I lost it. My fingers went wild, fucking my mother’s butt on their own. Mom tensed and trembled, her muscles swelling beneath her skin, the smooth taper of her thighs highlighted by the strong lines running through her limbs. Her bubble butt shook. Her asshole clenched, pinching my fingers so fucking tight I was sure they were going to break.

“Oh, fuck!” Mom moaned, muffling her voice with a mouthful of the bedspread as she came.

I held my mother’s mound in my hand, hugging her pussy tightly as I pistoned my fingers in and out of her fat ass, twisting them like a screw as I sodomized her backdoor through her orgasm. Mom’s whimpers filled the room, and the release of her cum flooded my nostrils with a thick, musky scent that had my cock dripping with pre-cum.